Love is a true gift
Given from above
Love is all around
But it’s the hardest to be found
Though it may be hard to find
When found its an everlasting bind
When possessed if flows through the veins
But when lost all that is felt is pain
Even when love is history
I will always hold onto the memories.
Liera Bloodheart
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Loves a gift
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment